life, carried a heart until my actions stripped it bare waking up feels so wrong hope you got what you wanted waking up feels so wrong hope you got what you
carried a heart Until my actions stripped it bare Waking up feels so wrong Hope you got what you wanted Waking up feels so wrong Hope you got what you
murder you on your matress And look at you like, "What's the matter?" You better go back to your bed, before I have to act up You might be the next one
[Intro] Yeah Yeah girl Can you hear that? It's playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap You're not afraid of the dark are ya? [Verse 1] You hear
needs to be vented Hey, yo don't be offended, when I slashin' ya face Im doin' you a favor punk you off to a better place A nutcase wit a taste for torture
is funny style Tell a hundred niggas you hate me but when you see me you smile But all the while, you thinkin' muthafuck X-Raided But in your heart, you never really felt you
Yo, yeah girl Can you hear that? It's playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap You're not afraid of the dark? Are you? You hear the beat as it makes
yourself, Danze don't sleep When I catch you on a creep I'll lift the ground right from up under your feet That's word to 'Lah Be a man and prepare
I'll leave you Like I should've did your peoples before they could conceive you How's a buck fifty sound, for a quick ass cut? Here's a flashback, I fuckin' blow your
A tumblerful of voddie, two fingers in a glass, a handful of promises, a heart full of remorse, Mindful of your manners when you're brought down to your knees, A
, murder you on your matress And look at you like, "What's the matter?" You better go back to your bed, before I have to act up You might be the next
into my dream Beam in a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine I pluck the pedals off a classic blood rose one at a time Gripping the stem and
these cats be modelin' what not to do In a getaway car In a getaway car In a getaway car, car, car, car In a getaway car In a getaway car In a getaway
A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken
A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken wick A
cold as a corpse and still holding the source Up in the air like, one day the cover is yours Took the IV out her wrist tried to give me a kiss Before
a wire, wrap around your neck Look into my eyes reality check I got me a scalpal, time to disect Playin' Doctor-Patient, next Next a killa wit a bad attitude A
A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken wick A puddle that reflects the